Saint Paul's Cathedral 1989

The interior is mute,

apart from November.

You see an American tourist

standing longer than anyone

at The Light of the World.

Alpha and Omega.

The way I look up

directly under the dome,

expecting more than afternoon.

Crossed paths foreshadow

celebration to come.

Cathedral-worthy.

Patience!  Twenty years is nothing.

I capture the event on film.

Overexposed geometric staircase.

And just outside those massive doors:
You.  Browsing a table of books.

tk/July 2015


Lovely delivery by R.A.D. ...

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Kensington

There were paving stones,

a menu in a glass case,

steps descending.

You were with her,

smoking among checkered tables,

trembling candles.  Wine.

Our eyes met over shoulders,

forkfuls of spaghetti. 

Her back to me, his to you.

It didn't matter what you were saying.

Your occasional smile spoke

between gestures.

I wondered:  which flat

you would return to; if you had a cat;

what album you would choose.

Had I known it was you

I would have stopped for a kiss

on the way out.

tk/ May 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth...if he only had a cat... *giggle* 

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*painting by Edward Hopper, 1922